Five years out of 150. Did you regret this pact? Probably. But what other choice did you have? Afterall, serving that dangerously attractive woman for one and a half centuries wasn't as bad as being dead. At least that's what you told yourself.

The Blood Siren. That's what they called her. A vampire that lured in men with her beauty and pretty words, only to suck them dry of their blood. You only called her Madame. All of the men in your little group did.

Madame loved younger, pretty men. She came to them when they were on their deathbed and promised them immortality in return for a 150 year service. That's what she had done with you. You had always been sickly and had been close to your demise, when Madame had come and turned you into a vampire. But now you found yourself questioning if it was worth it.

Madame was cruel. She inflicted harsh punishments upon you and the other men that lived with her in her lair. And she wasn't the only problem. The others were roudy and lustfull, falling all over eachother. You didn't want to have anything to do with that and you were lucky they didn't force you to participate in their orgy like sessions. You were Madame's favourite and they knew that.

The only one you liked of the bunch was Victor. He seemed way more civilized than all the others and you actually enjoyed spending time with him. Just like all of you others he had snow white hair and wore a black collar around his neck, the things Madame marked her boys with